Date: Fri, 28 Feb 2003 01:32:31 -0800 (PST)
From: Skidd O Rowe <skiddo12@yahoo.com>
Subject: 11:57PM-Part Two (M/b, cons, tickle, feet, oral)
WARNING!
This FICTIONAL STORY contains sexual situations
between
an ADULT MALE and a MINOR BOY. If that offends you,
just DON'T READ IT! Simple as that. I DO NOT ENDORSE
OR ADVOCATE such behavior or situations like this,
except within the confines of one's mind and/or the
written word. It's just a FAIRY TALE, folks. No real
harm done. OK?
skiddo12@yahoo.com
READ!
Thanks for waiting! Final part coming soon!
[Man/boy, pedo, cons, oral, anal, tickle, feet]
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11:57PM
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by
Skidd O. Rowe
(PART TWO)
-8:49PM-
Even before I reached the door, I heard the
loud noises of a TV within the room. Damn, I thought!
Knew I shoulda hid the remote before I left. Josh's
surfin' the channels, alright. Within the thirty
seconds before I opened the door, I caught the sounds
of five different programs - hockey game, news, sitcom
laughter, heavy female breathin' and cops - every five
seconds.
"Marv!" blurted the boy as I entered in time
to see him seated on the bed opposite the big tube.
Josh sprung up quick and rushed to me with the remote
in one hand. "Gimmie!"
"Gotcha a foot-long," I said as I placed the
half-unwrapped frankfurter in the kid's small hand.
Always carried hot dogs like that so the various
conduits on it won't get too messy. "Sure a
lil'squirt like you can handle all that?"
Josh answered me by opening his sweet mouth
wide - a rosy-pink-O - and shoved an inch'n'a-half of
meat'n'bun inside, taking a swift bite.
"Napkin?" I responded with a slight smirk
and a single eyebrow raised as I pulled Josh's
chocolate Yahoo and a few paper napkins out of the
bag.
After a few half-seconds of chewin', Josh's
little pink tongue quickly slid out the left-side of
his mouth and caught a little glob of ketchup on the
upper-left corner of his lip. Sight of that made my
own wrapped frankfurter grow a noticeable foot-long,
itself. The boy's tongue vanished like a worm in a
hole, and he gave me a wide dimpled smile with half a
chewed-up dog bulging in one cheek. Such a cheeky
lil'smart-aleck!
Shoulda offered to lick the ketchup off, myself.
Went and put Josh's Yahoo by the small lamp
on the desk by the head of the bed as Pumpkinhead
landed his cute lil'boybutt at the foot of the bed,
flippin' channels while munching his
dog.
"Thuurgs," I heard the kid garble as I
pulled out my Coke. Typical Josh. Moved fast, ate
fast and swallowed fast. "Thanks, Marv."
"Hard to talk with your mouth full, eh?
Gotta slow down. Don't wanna choke yourself,
Pumpkin."
"I ate bigger stuff before, ya'know."
Didn't answer him. Ain't gonna try to pry,
tonight. Just popped open my Coke, twisted the Yahoo
top off and put a bendable straw in each. My duffel
bag was right behind me. All zipped up and unopened
like I brought it, or that's how it looked now. Of
course, I wondered. Nothin'. Nevermind.
So, with a drink in each hand, I went and
sat myself on the carpet at the foot of the bed. At
my right were Josh's shoes and at my left were the
dangling sock-clad feet that wore them. Was trying
hard not to think about either. Tried to keep my eyes
on the TV screen and my mind off that four-letter
word. Not so
easy, really. The image on the TV was of a man and a
woman kissing in a hot shower. Josh had finally found
something that held his limited interest. I knew the
movie. One of my favorites; `American Werewolf in
London'. Really shoulda known better than to let an
almost ten year-old boy watch a sexy `n' violent film
like this. Ah, what the hell! Don't think a mere
80's
horror flick's gonna traumatize Pumpkin, too much.
Might make him sleepy, I hoped. Besides, I'm here.
The boy is under the safe watch of a responsible
adult. Yeah, right.
"Here, Pumpkin," I said raising my arm with
Josh's drink up to him, trying to remain focused on
the movie. "Your Yahoo."
"My shoe."
"What?"
"Need my shoe."
Too tired `n' nervous to debate, I put my
Coke between my crossed legs and picked up both
Reeboks with one hand.
"Nah! Just need one," Josh said as he
reached across and took one shoe from me and then his
Yahoo. "Thanks!"
"Sure," I mumbled confusingly as I looked up
to see Josh take a quick sip of his drink and stick
the bottle in his shoe. I got the idea. Instant
drink-holder. Could think of better things to stick
in the boy's shoes, but I wouldn't. "You're welcome."
Was then that I noticed, Josh had devoured
the hot dog bun and was now licking clean the
remaining seven inches of beef frank. The boy's
emerald-peepers were glued to the tube while his
little pink tongue licked the naked meat with an
innocent, feline sensuality he probably had no idea he
possessed...or did
he? The sight was possessing me, all right. I
pressed my icy cool Coke against my crotch, hoping in
vain to keep my own beef frank from growing eight and
a half inches.
Couldn't take my eyes off Pumpkin, and he
didn't take his off the TV. Not even as his lil'wormy
tongue-tip rolled all around the tip of his beef dog.
Wanted to turn my head away, but my neck wasn't
listening to the brain in my thick skull. Musta
been listening to the other head down south. Tried
lookin' down instead of up. Saw those lovely wiggling
toes of Pumpkin's sock-clad feet. Was startin' to
feel hungry, myself. Wanna chew those smelly pieces
of fabric off. No way!
Looked up, again. Oh boy! Josh was suckin'
that beef dog like a pri...popsicle. Kid was movin'
inches of that stick o'meat in'n'out of his mouth at a
slow but deliberate rhythm. Brain was overloadin'
while I felt a bigger load boilin' in my balls. Those
childish suckin' sounds only a male child like Josh
could make. Those rosy hollow suctioning cheeks.
Gotta be breathin' thru his freckled nose, I hoped.
Those tightly puckered lips `round that thick
hunk'a'meat like...do I gotta spell it out? I watched
as Pumpkin slowly sucked in seven inches of vanishing
solid meat. Kid rolled his head back a bit as I
witnessed the whole remaining wiener sink into the
boy's mouth and disappear down the child's small
throat. Turned to watch the movie, heard a gulp
followed by a muffled burp.
Looked at the TV screen without really
watching the movie. Saw the flick so many times
before, didn't need to pay attention to it
what-so-ever. Couldn't stop myself from wondering
about what I saw Josh do with that beef dog. Where
the hell did he learn to do that? I'm sure it was
before I met him. Couldn't ask him. Not now. Maybe
someday. Coulda guessed, but
I wasn't gonna, tonight. Gotta get my mind on
somethin' else, fast. We're not at home, where I
could jerk-off to my pervert's heart in privacy. We
gotta share the same bed, tonight. It's a big bed.
Enough space between a little boy and an adult man for
sleep. C'mon. Think of anything but boyfeet, okay?
Needed a drink. Thought I was about to sip my Coke,
but I caught a very
familiar whiff of boyfoot odor, instead. I was
holding Josh's shoe under my nose, instead of my Coke.
Masturbation over mind. My balls were aching for
release. Was gonna be a long night, alright.
"Whatsay we both hit the hay when this is
over?" I said without turning my glace from the TV.
It wasn't a question, actually. More like a last
ditch effort to get us both a good night sleep. "You
wanna be awake tomorrow when you open your presents.
Right, Pumpkin?"
"Whad'ya get me?"
"You'll find out tomorrow when you
unwrap'em."
"C'mon!" Josh whined in that pleading
girlish voice he used when playing the greedy child in
need. "Gimmie a hint!"
"Hey, you don't hear me buggin' you to tell
me what you presents you got me, do you?" I retorted,
knowing full well it wouldn't break the kid's
persistence. "Tomorrow's my own birthday, too."
"Show me yours, I show ya mine."
Knew where this could lead. Didn't wanna go
there, no matter how much I fuckin' wanted to. Never
told Josh that I wanted anything, but he definitely
knew what presents I'd enjoy unwrapping. Kid could
read me like those porn mags he found.
"Uhhhh, let's just wait," I told him. "We
can go crazy unwrappin' stuff when we're at Lynn's.
Bet she and the boys got us some stuff, ya know?
Ready to meet some new pals?"
Josh didn't answer, unless one considered
those loud slurpin' noises the kid made suckin' up the
last drops of his chocolate soda a response.
Knew Josh was ambivalent about meeting Lynn
and the boys. Pumpkin was a loner at heart. Always
suspicious of any new people that crossed his path.
Even me, when we first met. The image of my first
sight of Josh three years ago was still freshly burned
into my brain like it was yesterday. A frail little
lost stray puppy huddled in a cold, dark and wet
alley, with those glowin' green eyes all wide showing
pain and sadness.
Seeing those eyes for first time, I knew I wanted to
dedicate my life to overflowin' them with happiness
and hope. I prayed that thru our friendship, me and
Josh could create enough for both of us. Now, if only
I could get the lil'imp to sleep!
We just sat in silence, watching the movie
for about ten or fifteen minutes. That guy from the
singin' `n' dancin' Dr. Pepper commercials was about
to turn into a werewolf, while `Blue Moon' played on
the soundtrack. Poor guy starting screamin' in pain
and yellin' about how hot it was. Could easily
sympathize. This room was gettin' too damn hot for
me, also.
The guy started rippin' his shirt off. Pulled his
pants off his bare ass, too.
"Lookey!" Josh chimed at the sight of the
actor's naked butt. "That's the guy from the
magazine!"
"Uh...no, Pumpkin. That's just an actor.
Those..eh, those guys from the magazine
are...um...different."
The guy's latex body parts started
stretchin'. Those Oscar winning transformation
effects were in operation. Wasn't sure Pumpkinhead
would catch on that it's all fake.
"Whoa, wish I could do that," remarked the
impressed child. "Uh, Marv?"
"Yeah?"
"Canna ask ya somethin'?"
"Not for any hints, I hope."
"Were you sniffin' my shoes?"
"Huh?"
Shoulda known. Shoulda knew he was playin'
possum the whole damn time.
"Like when you put me on the bed `n' took my
shoes off," the boy continued. "Think-ah saw ya
like...like sniffin' my shoe or somethin'?"
What could I say? Kid caught me red-handed
in the damn cookie jar.
"You musta been half-asleep. I-I did take
your shoes off. Just wanted to make you comfortable,"
I explained, tryin' my damndest to sound nonchalant.
"I-eh-I may have looked like I smelled something."
"My feet don't smell!" Josh exclaimed with a
rather exaggerated tone of high-pitched indignation.
"Here, see!"
My nostrils flared as I felt somethin' brush
against my left ear. Shifted my eyes and saw Josh's
smelly sock-clad foot extended next to my face. Saw
those little boy toes wigglin' beneath that
odoriferous fabric. Shifted my eyes back to the TV
screen.
"Sure, whatever," I said, eyes stickin' to
the tube, pushing the boy's foot away from my face
with the back of my hand. "Just dreamed I smelled
somethin', just like you dreamed you saw me smellin'
somethin'."
"You did, too!" insisted the boy, who
dropped his other shoe in my lap as he stuck out his
other foot by my right ear. "Fer real! And they
don't smell, either!"
Great. Felt those wigglin' boy toes rubbin'
both my ears, now. Took a sip of my Coke. Tasted
warm `n' flat, now. Guess that's what happens when
you let it sit too long next to one's overheating
manhood, or so I've been told.
"Okay, you're right," I lied as I got up.
"Don't smell a thing."
"Marv?" I heard Josh say as I headed
directly for the door. "Where you goin'?"
"Just goin' out for a little bit, Pumpkin.
Little stuffy in here. Just need a little fresh air.
Be right back!"
That was half true. Knew that as I exited
the room toward the elevators. That room was too hot
for me, but I was goin' outside to inhale cancer
fumes, not fresh air. Knew I'd need those smokes!
Wasn't even finished walkin' half-way `round
the block before I realized I'd sucked in an inch and
a half's worth of the Brand Ultra Light 100 between my
lips. Had to calm down and get a goddamned grip. The
light from the streetlamps above reflected strongly
from the wet `n' slickened avenue. Tossed my used-up
butt in the gutter, watched it float away as the water
currant
carried it down a sewer drain. Swore, if I hadn't had
gotten out of that room, I'd have swallowed those
stinky-sweet socks and... Couldn't blame Josh. Even
if he did it on purpose. He's a boy, a child, almost
ten, not responsible. No way. It's my problem. My
cross to bare. Won't cross that line, even if he
begged me to. He's innocent. Sure. Innocent, even
if he just pretended to be sleepin', teasin' me with
his wigglin' tootsies, daring me to molest him so he
could blackmail me into givin' him his damn gifts now.
Yes, he's innocent. So, knock it off. Pulled out a
fresh smoke and fished for my lighter.
"Spare another one?" I heard as I lit up.
Looked around. Voice came from the entrance of an
alley I was standing next to. "Sorry, Mister. Got
another one. Please?"
Saw him step out of the alley towards me.
Another begger, surely. But he was young. Dark
long-haired hispanic boy, almost twelve or just
thirteen. Alto-toned voice not too deep. Dressed in
an Army jacket, black slacks and wearin' Doc Martins
that looked way too big for him. Might be a mugger
but, at 5'1", perhaps not. Handed my lit cigarette to
him without a word.
"Thanks, dude," he said before he took a
long drag and exhaled. "Lookin' for company?"
"Uh, no thanks."
"Sure? It's ok. Got no place to crash,
tonight. Sure we couldn't just hang? Don't feel like
being alone, now."
I almost gasped at the boy's last sentence.
Josh said almost the same words to me three years ago
in another alley. Wet `n' cold and seven years old.
"Don't wanna be alone, now. Don't lemmie
sleep out here tonight? Please? I...I'll do anythin'
you want."
The sounds of desperation and loneliness
from that cold and sick child I first met echoed
within my brain. All Josh begged for then was help.
"Mister, you alright?"
I snapped out it.
"Here, take `em," I said as I handed the boy
my pack of smokes. "I just quit."
Walked back to the hotel. Hoped Josh had
searched my bag and found his presents, now. Maybe,
then we could finally get that sleep that I really
needed. Had enough fresh air, and I didn't care if
tomorrow was sunny or not.
-9:34PM-
Heard the movie still goin' on as I opened
the door. Oh good lordy! Saw Pumpkinhead on the bed
without his jeans! Small body stomach-sprawled across
the bed. The boy's little head `n' shoulders propped
on a pillow at the foot of the bed just watching the
flick. Noticed the kid's jeans flopped over my duffel
bag. Just a Spidey-shirt, skimpy light-gray cotton
briefs
and , of course, those fuckin' smelly white socks was
all Josh was wearing. If the my lil'green-eyed demon
was plottin' to destroy my resolve, his plan was sure
as hell working. My eyes scanned the boy's small
torso. Kid might as well have been bare-assed. The
curves of the child's little rump and the outline of
his asscrack was painfully crystal-clear thru his
underwear. Pumpkin's thighs and legs were bare. The
sight of
this fueled my senses and instantly resurrected my
rising erection. The boy's legs were bent upward and
his thin ankles were crossed. His calves looked a
little fuller than when I saw them last. Relished the
soft sounds of Josh's bare legs rubbing together. Lo!
He was rubbing his feet together, now! The boy's
socked toes appeared to scratching the socked sole of
his other foot, then again the other way round! They
must be itchy. Gotta be those fungus-infested socks.
Should take them off, maybe.
"Ya back, Marv?" said the imp without
looking away from the TV. Like he didn't care that I
was gone. "Where'd ya go?"
"No place, nowhere special," I mumbled in a
bored tone, trying to sound sleepy, as I sat where I
was sitting before. "You comfy, Pumpkin?"
"Told'ja it's too hot."
"Gotcha. I miss much?"
"Werewolf guy just ate six people."
"Oh, that's nice."
"And he woke up inna zoo, naked. Sure that
wasn't the guy inna magazine?"
"Yes, I'm sure, Pumpkin," I flatly
responded, trying my damndest to sound tired and
emotionless. Was on the edge of the line I swore
myself never to cross. Didn't see the TV screen in
front of me, the images of Josh's ass, he bare thighs
and legs, his wigglin' feet were replaying themselves
in my head over and over. Didn't hear the TV, either.
Kept hearing the caressing
sounds of bare legs rubbing and itchy wigglin'
boyfeet. "You scratchin' something?"
"No," he peeped, but I still heard them.
"It's nothin'"
"OK," I responded, knowin' full well that if
I said another word on the subject, he'd stick those
smelly socked feet in my face again. "Socks itchin'?"
"No," the boy answered as the rhythm of the
itching sounds picked up. "Maybe...a little."
"Well, maybe a flea-nest is hatchin' in
there, eh? Musta been what I smelled. You smelled
it, too. Didn't ya, Pumpkin?"
"They DON'T!" he squawked as he hit me on
the head with the pillow. "I told'ja, stupid!"
"Okay, okay. If you say so."
I was askin' for it.
I got it, sure enough. Noticed Josh's
sock-clad foot extended close to my face. Little foot
flexing, toes wigglin' against my right cheek.
"Gotta tell ya, Pumpkin. Smells a little
bit," I said, half-hopin' to spur the boy further.
"Maybe it's just the sock that smells. Gotta be a few
fleas hidin' in there."
Suddenly, Josh withdrew his foot. He didn't
say a word and neither did I. I kept my head facing
the TV. Five minutes passed without a peep from him.
Didn't think he was taking me seriously. Bet Josh was
just slightly sulking with his cute lips pouting.
Perhaps he's finally tired. Or watching the movie,
again. Thought Pumpkinhead had given up, at last.
Not.
"Smell it, now?" was what I heard Josh say
as I felt somethin' rubbing the left side of my face,
again. I turned slightly and beheld of the sight of
the little boy's BARE FOOT, his left one. Can hardly
put into words the glorious sensations I felt at the
sight of the child's slim ankle, those cute lil'
wigglin' naked toes that he kept clinching and
unclinching
creating wonderful wrinkles on his bare sole. The
sock was gone, but the odor wasn't. That delicious
popcorn cheesy smell, that only the feet of pre-teen
boys could produce, was as fresh and strong as ever.
Felt my full grown cock tearin' thru my underwear. An
ice bucket on it would only turn into over-boilin'
water. Could hear short lil'giggles comin' from Josh
as he kept rubbin'
his bare sole against the the side of my face.
"Hee-hee! You needa shave, Marv! Hah!"
"I'll shave in the morning," I told him,
acting like I didn't give a shit. He may not have
been playin' hard-to-get, but I was. "That is,
assuming, you'll permit me to get some sleep."
"Whad'ya get me, Marv?"
"Don't'cha wanna wait till tomorrow to find
out?"
"Nope!" exclaimed the devious youngster as
he then clamped his little toes over my nose. "Hint!"
Kid was really pushin' me over the boilin'
point.
"Ya'know, Pumpkin," I said soundin' like
Bogart would if someone was holdin' his nose. "You
keep on askin' me that, I'm gonna haveta punish ya.
Nothin' personal, kid."
"Oh YEAH?" Josh shot back as he tightened
the grip his toes had on my nose. "How?"
"Well, you're givin' me several good ideas
right now," and the they were all makin' my hotrod
throb like mad. "Wouldn't you rather just release my
nose, settle down and get ready for bed, sweety?"
"NO! Gimmie a hint!"
"Pumpkinhead, if you don't let go of my nose
right now, I'm really gonna haveta make you let go!"
"MAKE ME!" Josh challenged as he tugged my
nose with those smelly bare toes of his. "Make me,
you pervert!"
That was it.
Took hold of the boy's slim ankle, got my
nose loose from the kid's toehold and ran my index
finger down Josh's exposed sole, from arch to heel my
fingertip went.
"EEEEKK!! AHAHAH!" he squealed as I felt an
involuntary convulsion surge thru the child's body
like an electric jolt. "Tickles!"
"You got the idea, now? Want to go to bed?"
"No! I wanna hint!"
"Fine! I'll give ya a hint!"
I arose with my hand firmly gripping Josh's
ankle, lifting his leg up. Held his bare foot close
to my face. Admired the view, little boy's helpless
naked sole and five bare wiggly toes a few inches from
my nose. Glaced at the almost ten year-old kid on the
bed. His small lips were quivering, tryin' not to
laugh or smile. The boy's luminous green-eyes were
filled with fearful anticipation of what he already
knew he was gonna get.
Started with the toes. Used my pinky to
fiddle with toe #5, the smallest. Heard Pumpkin
gigglin' already. Wiggled my pinky thru the space
between toes #5 and #4. All five clinched-up.
Reflex. Pinky was trapped between Josh toes, so I
gently raked my three free fingers across the boy's
arch.
"AAHHAHAHHA!!" laughed the boy as his toes
unclinched, releasing my pinky, and wiggled freely.
Quite a sight. "Hehheeheh."
Worked my fingers along the crevices under
those five toes. Kid's digits kept wigglin' and
spreading. Tried to fit my four fingers inbetween the
toes, but the spaces were too narrow for adult
fingers. So, I danced my fingertips all over those
five piggies. Like pressing fleshy little buttons.
Was playin' with Josh's foot like it was a musical
instrument, and Josh's
laughter was just sweet music to my ears.
"Marv...amahhahahaHAHAHamammMARVahAHAHHA!!!!"
Next, moved my five fingers over the child's
bare sole. So soft, sensitive and ticklish! Loved
feeling the soft texture of those wrinkles on my
fingertips. Kid's small foot was wrigglin' in my
grasp as my fingers slowly raked his defenseless sole.
"OH
GODAAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHHHHHAAHAHHhahhehehheaHAHha!!!!"
Upped the pace. Raked and stroked my
fingers hard `n' fast all over Pumpkin's little bare
ticklish sole. From arch to heel I tickled, and
everything between it.
"AHAAAHHHAAHHAHAHAHAHAMAMMAMAAAARVAPLAHAPLEEEAEAH!!!!!"
Josh was laughin' and squirmin' as he kept
tryin' to wriggle his foot away from my ticklin' hand.
Was pressing his other socked foot against my crotch.
Not too hard. To push me away?...
"PLEEAESIIIHAHAHAHAHTIICAHATICKLES...(COUGH)...Haha!!!"
Had the boy in hysterics, now. When I heard
him cough, I eased my assault and just fiddled with
his toes. Didn't want to hurt him.
"HAHAhahaeheheheh...pervert...hahaheheheh!"
"So," I said, standing above the boy with
his foot in my hand as I let him catch his breath.
"You give?"
"NO! YOU GIVE! GIMMIE!!"
With that, I kneeled at the foot of the bed
still holding Josh's little foot. I pressed my left
forearm on the boy's ankle, his wrigglin' bare foot
stickin' out between my arm and the bed. I resumed my
five-fingered tickle torture on Pumpkin's piggies.
"GIMMIEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAAAAAHHAHAHAHHAHH!!!!"
Oh how I loved this! Just the sight of
Josh's wrigglin' bare foot being tickled by my hand
made my heart beat three times it's speed. My cock
was throbbin' even harder. Mighta givin myself a
heart attack, but I'd at least be the happiest almost
thirty year-old dead man in the world. Just hoped I
wouldn't
tickle my almost ten year-old victim to death. No boy
ever diedof too much laughter.
"HHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAGAGHA...GIMMIE
MARV...AHAHAHHA!!!!"
As my fingers tickled his bare foot, Josh
pushed his socked foot into my face. The smell drove
me wild! I did what I've been wantin' to do since I
pulled the boy's Reeboks off. Tugged at the sock's
toe with my teeth till there was enough to bite on,
bit down and startin' pullin'. Like a maddog, I
growled like the animal I became as I tugged and
pulled on that boy's
sock till it was half-way off. Moved Josh's half-bare
foot under my forearm, next to his bare one, and just
simply yanked the sock off.
There! I had a magnificent little pair of
ticklish bare boyfeet exposed, within my evil clutches
and absolutely at my mercy!
"AH! At last, my little green-eyed
Pumpkinheaded prisoner," I emoted rather hammily as I
took in the wonderful sight of my little boy's bare
soles and ten wiggly toes. "This is your last chance.
Hoo-ha-ha-hah-hah! Will you surrender and go to bed,
like a good little boy?"
"Hehe..okay..okay, Marv...eheeheh," replied
the gigglin' child. "I...hehehee...I
surrender...CYYYKE!!! Whaddyagiveme!
Whaddyagivemewhaddyagiveme!! Gimmie! Gimmie!
Gimmiegimmie! GIMMIEGIMMIE!!!"
I'd be lyin' if I said I hoped he'd really
surrender.
Past the boilin' point of no return, I let
loose my hand on those poor captive bare boysoles.
"GIMMIEHEEHEHEHAHAHAHHAHAAAHAHHAAHAGHAGAHGGAGHHAHAHA...
OH GOD!..AHAHAHHAHAHGGHAHGAHAHA...GOD YOU'RE SUCHA
PERVERT, MARV!..MAAMMAAHAHAH...(COUGH
COUGH)...AHHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHA!!!!!!!"
Time just ceased to exist, like my common
sense. I was within a moment that would soon be just
a sweet and wonderful erotic memory. Had to make it a
long one. Surrendered my willpower to my paedophallic
boyfeet lust. Nothin' but me and that pair of
wrigglin' bare boysoles, now. My senses were flooded
with the forbidden paedoerotic aura of it all. The
very sight of Josh's naked soles twitchin', flexin',
wrigglin'
together and those ten wiggly little toes goin' wild
as my fingers stroked his soft `n' sensitive boyfeet
flesh. The smell. Yes! That smelly aromatic
fragrance that bare boyfeet give off. All set to the
soundtrack of Josh's high-pitched, almost-girlish
hysterical laughter. Mozart himself couldn't have
written sweeter music.
"EEEHEHEHAHAHAHAAAAHAHAAHHAHAHHHA...(COUGH)...AHAHHA...
(COUGH-COUGH)...AHAHAHAHAHAAHTHAHATAHA...TICKLIN'
MEEEEHEHEH!!!!"
Kept tickin' and fondling the boy's bare
feet with my fingers. Rubbed my scratchy face against
those soft boysoles. Wasn't enough. Had to taste
them. Like a dog, started lickin' those fleshy bare
boysoles. Ran my hot thick wet tongue slowly up and
down each sole. My tastebuds tingled at the fresh
taste of bare boyfeet flesh. Josh kept laughin' as my
slimy tongue oscillated between between each sole,
both now shiny with saliva.
My tongue moved over the tops of the boy's toes, then
into the ticklish crevices under those piggies.
Squirmed my tongue, like an eel, between each of those
bare wiggly toes, next.
"HAAHAHHAAAHAHH...(COUGH)...AHAHH...KILLIN'
MEHEHE!!!"
Eased up, again. Josh was on his back,
gigglin' and gaspin' for air. Tears were runnin' down
his rosy cheeks. Oh dear, I thought. Have I gone too
far? Was wiping his eyes with one hand. Suddenly
noticed the boy's other hand over his crotch! The
sight of that small hand rubbin' the little bulge
between his
legs combined with the naked boyfeet in my hands just
spurred me on.
I stood up, liftin' Josh's feet up with me.
Bare boysoles in both hands. Raked my fingers across
them, again. Josh laughed and squirmed, again.
Sucked one big toe, than the other. Then I sucked
BOTH big toes, as my fingers danced across his bare
soles. Fellated those two big toes for a while. Then
I
shoved half of Pumpkin's little right foot into my
mouth, as I tickled the other one. Josh struggled and
wriggled his ankles as my mouth covered his arch and
five toes. Felt those wiggly toes clinchin' as my
tongue squirmed between them. No food I ever ate
tasted better than half that boy's bare foot in my
mouth.
"HAHAHAHAAHASAH...(COUGH)...STOPAHAHAH...MARVAHAHHAA...
(COUGH-COUGH)...PLEASE STOP!!!...heh!!!
Even though I was crazed with lust, I wasn't
crazy enough to ignore Josh's shouts to stop. When he
said `stop' or `no', I knew he'd had enough.
Let Josh's spit-covered foot slip out of my
mouth and released the other one.
Saw the prostrated boy on the bed still
convulsing with giggles, like hiccups, and gaspin' for
breath. Pumpkin's hair was a tousled mess, green-eyes
all watery, his cheeks wet with fresh tears and some
snot was even leaking out his nose down his lip. Then
I noticed that large yellow wet spot over the crotch
of
the boy's underpants. I made Josh pee on himself!
What the fuck have I done?
"Hee-he...Marv. I made a mess," murmered
the boy in a thin and sheepish voice. "Sorry...hehe."
"No. No, Pumpkin. No!" I said as I kneeled
down in my begging-forgiveness position. "Look, Josh.
I'M SORRY!"
"What...why?"
"Please, it's my fault. I shouldn't
have...I...I didn't mean to hurt you."
"Didn't hurt."
"I'm so sorry, Pumpkin. I just got carried
away."
"Didn't you like it?"
"Yes, I loved it. Whoa...that is...I never
wanted to do something you didn't enjoy. Didn't mean
to..."
"I liked it," Josh claimed as he sat up
wiping his tear-stained face. "Just peed. No big
deal, kay?"
"Okay," I answered as I saw the outline of
Josh's stiffened little boyhood and tight ballsac thru
the clinging wet crotch of his briefs. "We're cool,
then?"
"Sure," the boy shrugged as he slid off the
bed and onto his feet. "Whatever."
I could tell by the color of his cheeks that
Josh was truly embarrassed to have peed in his undies.
Could just imagine how he'll feel next knowing he's
gotta share a bed with the man who made him pee - me.
"Pumpkin, we really need to get some sleep
now," I told him feelin' like the hypocritical perv I
was, talkin' like I was the kid's parent after taking
advantage of him. "Um...wanna wash up first?"
"Was gonna," Pumpkin mumbled meekly, not
even lookin' at me as he walked over to the bathroom.
Slammed the door shut and locked it.
I'm such a piece of shit. Should flush
myself down the toilet Josh shoulda pissed in. He's
justa child, a little boy. Innocent, even if he
knowingly provoked my actions. I'm an adult who
should fuckin' know better.
Switched off the tube, took my jacket off
and sat on the bed. Heard the shower go on within the
bathroom as I reached for my duffel bag. Unzipped it
and pulled out Pumpkinhead's PJ's. Saw the shirt
where I hid Pumpkin's videogame CD's was still folded
like I left it. Maybe, when Josh is done in the
bathroom, I should just let him unwrap these gifts
now. What the hell, I thought. He's been buggin' me
all night for hints. Might even forgive me for making
him wet himself.
What was that? Thought I had heard
somethin' from within the bathroom. Sounded like Josh
lettin' out a few moans or somethin'. Nevermind.
Better leave him alone for now.
Maybe I was makin' a mountain outta an
anthill. Just tickled the boy's feet a little too
much, that's all. Nothin' real harmful. Bet when he
wakes up tomorrow and opens his gifts, Josh won't even
remember or care what happened the night before. Kids
his age have such short attention spans, anyway, and
Pumpkin
was no exception. If nothing else, my ticklin'
assualt on Josh seems to have finally made him want to
go to bed. Pumpkin's high-pitched squeals and giggles
were still echoing in my head. Hopefully, that fit of
hysterics has drained the kid's energy. Pumpkin'll be
in slumberland the second his little noggin hits the
pillow, perhaps. Put his folded PJ's on the far-right
corner of the bed. I'll be sleepin' on the left side.
Enough space between us to sleep comfortably.
Figured I should be in bed already before
Josh got out of the bathroom. Unbuttoned my shirt,
removed my shoes and socks and slid my pants off my
legs. Oh dear, looks like I wet myself a bit, too.
Felt a moist spot on my boxer shorts the size of a
golfball. My dick's been oozing pre-cum. Still hadda
leaky eight and a half inch banana to contend with,
but not tonight.
Slid myself under the bedsheets, tried to
reposition my stubborn erection so it wouldn't poke
its head out of my boxers or become a noticeable tent
pole beneath the blankets. Fluffed my pillow a bit as
I heard the shower go off. Rolled on my side, my
cushioned head facing my right, away from where
Pumpkin's gonna sleep. Slipped my wristwatch off and
put it on the side table next to the lamp. Heard the
bathroom door opening. I clicked the lamp off and
closed my eyes.
Even with my eyes shut, could hear the soft
footsteps of Josh's bare feet on the carpet.
"Marv?" whispered the boy into my ear. Felt
his soft breath on the side of my neck, his hand
lightly patting my arm. "You asleep?"
I was pretending to be asleep. Needed to
sleep, so did Josh. Heard him sigh and walk over to
his side of the bed. Hope he was puttin' on his PJ's.
Quietly, I slowly turned my head and opened
one eye. Saw Josh standing by the bed - NAKED. Could
only see the back of him, but what a sight he was!
The child had smooth blemishless white skin, thin
little arms and shoulders,an enticingly curved back
and spine leading down to those beautiful bare boy
buttocks; two little round cheeks of boyflesh that my
whole hand longed to touch. Lordy! The kid's naked
ass was clinching up, which made dimples on each side
of the nude boy's bared butt. Pumpkin's left hand was
on his hip, while I couldn't see the other hand cause
he was using it. The naked boy's back was turned to
my wide-opened eye, but I knew immediately that he was
playin' with his pre-teen genitalia. The jerking
rhythm of his arm, the boy's short but rapid breathin'
and the soft sounds of his little fingers rubbin' his
little boy cocklet as his ballsac jiggled. Saw Josh's
back tense, his little ass clinch, heard a soft low
moan. He turned his head slightly. Noticed his PJ's
layin' at the corner of the bed. Kid picked them up,
as he sat his cute lil'bare boybutt on the bed, and
tossed them on the floor. The child then laid across
the bed on his side and reached for the switch of the
wall lamp next to him. I shut my eye and turned away
as I heard the click.
I understood. Too stuffy in here for
wearin' PJ's. Besides, tomorrow was Josh's tenth
birthday. What could be more appropriate than for a
birthday boy to wake up wearin' his own birthday suit?
Felt like wearin' my own, but I didn't dare make a
move. Just wanted my thoughts to drift away within
the darkness that filled the room, now. Would be up
by six, shave,
jack-off in the shower, get dressed and wake Josh in
time to have him unwrap my shirt with his first three
birthday gifts. That should keep him happy till we
eat breakfast and take that two hour drive to Lynn and
the boys. That was my wake-up plan. Hope tomorrow
will be...awwwww fuck it! Who cares, I thought as I
zonked out.
-11:02pm-
"Marv. Marv! Wake up!" was what I heard as
my groggy eyes flickered open, tryin' to adjust to the
lights that Josh must have switched back on. "Marv,
you awake?"
"Whuur...wha...what the?" was my
half-conscious reply as felt the boy breathin' over
me. His small fingers pullin' my sleepy eyelids open
as his other hand was rubbin' my scratchy unshaved
chin. Was still night. "Pumpkin...why aren't you
asleep, yet?"
"Can't sleep," Pumpkinhead peeped as my
vision cleared to see the naked boy kneeling over me.
Wide open green-eyes that weren't the slightest bit
drowsy staring down at me. Smooth undeveloped chest
with dime-sized pink nipples on opposite sides.
Drumtight skin over a visible rib-cage with a
washboard-flat boy belly under it. Cute innie
belly-button above a V-shaped pelvis with a little cut
three-inch erect pricklet jutting upward from his
hairless pubes, with a silky little undescended
ballsac hanging underneath. At the sight of this, I
shouldn't have complained to be awakened. "Needa
hint."
"Awwww, for cryin' out loud," I groaned as I
threw my sleepy head back and rolled my eyes. Knew I
shouldn't have let him eat that junk. "Can'tcha wait
till tomorrow?"
"Nope! Needa hint!"
"No hints, tonight. Alright. Go to sleep."
"Pleeeeaaase, Marv?" whined the boy as his
small hand grabbed the right pectoral of my hairy
chest. My nipple stiffened at the feel of the boy's
warm squeezing palm. "Just one?"
"Okay. I give ya one, you'll go to sleep?"
"Yeah!"
"Fine. It's something you play with.
Goodnite, Pumpkin."
"That ain't no hint!" barked the kid before
he slapped my right pec a little. Looked up at the
petulant spoiled-brat expression on the little boy's
mug, with that little pouty lower lip stuck out. So
adorable when he does that. "Gimmie a good one!"
Hadda think. Didn't want to tell Josh about
the game discs in my shirt. Remembered the big
arcade-style analog joystick I bought that was hidden
in the cartrunk. I got it cause Josh didn't like
using the directional button controller on his game
console.
"Alright. It's long, you hold it, you jerk
it around, it's attached to somethin' you love and you
play with it."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Those hints good enough?"
"Canna unwrappit?"
"What? Now? No way!"
"Pleeeeeeaaaaase!" Josh wailed as he bounced
on the bed on his knees, his rigid boydick bouncing
with him. "Just one, Marv?"
I've had it. He'll never let up, now. Just
tell'em where the damn game discs are hidden so we can
finally get some fuckin' sleep!
"Okay, okay! You win, Pumpkin. I give.
You can unwrap ONE gift, OK?"
"Fer real?"
"Uh-huh."
"Now?"
"Yes, right now. This very momento."
"YEEAAH!!" the conquering child hollered,
leaping to his feet and jumping up `n' down on the bed
with naked joy.
"OK, Pumpkin. It's in my bag. It's inside
the blu shir...SHIT!" I said as I felt Josh's little
fingers slip under the elastic waistband of my boxers
which were then quickly yanked down and all the way
off. "Uh...what the hell? Pumpkin?"
Shock and surprise were not the words to
describe the sight of my naked little Pumpkinhead
tossing my boxers across the room with childish glee.
He followed this by flopping tummy-first on the
bedspace between my spreading legs.
Kid's face was only inches from my exposed
tower of penis. Was stunned speechless as I felt the
boy breathing on my eight and a half inches of thick
studflesh.
"Whoooaaa!" responded the amazed child at
the sight and the length of my naked manhood, those
green-eyes triple-sized and his mouth forming a
wide-open pink-O. "You gotta big fuckin' dick, Marv!"
Think I tried to speak, but I couldn't as I
felt the boy's small hand take hold of my cock. God!
The feel of those little warm fingers wrapped around
my fleshy shaft as he squeezed it and moved it around
like the joystick I bought him.
Felt Josh's other hand exploring my thick
pubic bush with his fingers, as he tightened his grip
on my throbbin' cock. Started moving my veiny shaft
up `n' down with slow but incredible little strokes.
The boy's other hand kept pullin' slightly at the
coarse pubic hair near my big dick's base. Pumpkin
moved that hand under my heavy testicle bag and cupped
both of my achin' balls. Could clearly see the boyish
excitement within the child's green-eyes as well as
the absorbing fascination in the face of a boy
handling that most forbidden male private part of
mine. Continued to fondle my balls, rolling them in
his palm like they were toys.
"Thing's leakin', Marv," I heard the boy say
as I felt his thumb rubbin' over the pre-cum oozin'
piss-slit of my cock's bulbous swollen purple head.
"Slime!"
"Th-that's cum, baby," I somehow managed to
gasp out.
"Mean that white stuff?"
"Uh-huh."
Suddenly, the boy quickened the pace of his
stroking and squeezed my dick harder. Feeling was
un-fuckin'-believable! Kid squeezed out quite a few
drops of clear pre-cum which was now leaking onto the
boy's small stroking hand. Then, Josh moved forward,
puckered his lips and rubbed the oozin' tip of my
leakin' dick across them like lipstick. Think I
moaned just before
Josh leaned over and across, his face close to mine,
and pressed his pre-cum wet lips against mine. Only a
few seconds, and what sweet seconds they were. Warm
and sticky. Boy pulled his head back with a smack,
pre-cum smeared lips stretchin into another dimpled
smile as he looked at me.
"You're the kewlest, Marv."
As Josh moved back and continued to stroke
my throbbin' phallux, I realized that everything and
every move the boy made since we got here was planned.
Planned in advance by that kid pretending to sleep in
the back of my car, teasin' me with his feet, goading
me into ticklin' him silly, just so he'd be in a
better position to molest me! Maybe he peed his
undies on
purpose, too! Whatever the real reason was,
Pumpkinhead put a spell on me, now. The moment he
gave me that cummy kiss, the lil'auburn mop-topped
green-eyed imp possessed me body and soul. My deviant
paedophallic sexual urges were just putty in the boy's
small hands now playin' with my big cock.
[END OF PART TWO]
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